Dry Feet

Rain nearly all day but as soon as it cleared, we got down to the beach, where a competition was taking place.

The idea was to build a sand castle large enough to keep your feet dry. As the tide came in, most were slowly washed away but this boy looked like he was home and dry.

We didn’t see who eventually won but this was definitely the largest and most robust castle.

R had to leave at tea time but he had successfully sorted out the caravan plumbing, thank goodness.